A mockery of crows

Plastic and painted

Serious faces

Projections tainted

A shocking subtext 

Dragged from the closet

Costumed and mirrored 

Cruelty composite 

But you can always, around me,
Be anything and anyone you wanted to be
No need to grieve, only to enjoy
The softness of our machines and their corresponding pieces.

I’m silent and I am

Fine, it’s fine, dear

We laugh and sweat but

We swear it sincere